This is a song about "Guineapig"

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins